SIMON SQUIBB… What is your dream?

You guys, do you have a dream?

This is the question I heard the most today.

How coincidental, as I am truly feeling lost, unsure of what to do, what kind of job to look for, and whether to stay in my hometown or move somewhere far away.

I’m a girl about to turn 25, and I quit my salaried office job two weeks ago because I was so fed up with the boring routine and having to follow orders, no matter how unreasonable they were. It made me so uncomfortable that I decided to quit.

And then… every night, I cry.

I don’t know why, but every time I hear questions from my family, I sink back into this state. Questions like:

“When are you going to start working again?”

“Still haven’t found a job?”

“Why did you quit a paying job just to stay home without an income?”

These questions have burrowed into my mind, haunting me, like a demon whispering in my ear.

I love reading books. Since quitting that job, I’ve been reading every morning to nourish my mind.

But do you know what?

Those voices still linger, and I end up running into my room, turning off the lights, sitting in a corner, and crying. Sometimes, I feel more at ease when I cry while pinching myself—it makes me feel better. I understand and know this is just a mild form of depression. I’ve felt this way for a long time, even since middle school.

Back then, I didn’t dare cry out loud. I would only sit in a corner, silently sobbing, so no one would know. I’ve grown used to it.

Oh, I’ve wanted to be a freelancer, but after searching and searching, I still haven’t found a job that suits me. So, I decided to buy a course on Copywriting to learn. Nothing is easy, of course. Finding clients and doing outreach has been a struggle. I keep wondering what I’m doing wrong or if I’m just not working hard enough. I’ve heard of people who are so good at outreach that they contact 50 people a day. I keep asking myself: How do they do it? For me, spending 8 hours a day, I can only reach out to 3 people because I spend a lot of time researching brands, their work, their emails… it takes so long. But that’s okay. I’ll keep at it—I’ll get faster soon enough.

But I don’t have money… and so it goes on.

(Please forgive me. Whenever I think about my family, I get like this. You’re probably reading this and thinking, “Why does this girl cry so much?” 🙂 No, actually, no one— not even my parents—has ever seen me cry. In front of others, I’m always cheerful and happy.)

Today, I came across a Reel, and it made me cry again because of Simon Squibb’s question: “Do you have a dream?”

He has helped so many people by empathizing, offering genuine advice, and supporting them in achieving their dreams. He’s always holding a book titled “What’s Your Dream.”

I think I absolutely must get that book and read it—not just once, but many times—to discover who I am and what I truly want. I want my dream to be clearly, vividly outlined, step by step.

I’m determined to read it, summarize it, and share my thoughts on the book.

And if you already have a dream, congratulations! Chase it! Don’t give up! I know it’s hard, but do what others can’t, and you’ll achieve what no one else has.